His hand shot out, but she did not take it. She leapt to her feet and jumped the stream, and when he said something in a low voice she put her fingers to her ears and shook her head, pretending that she could not hear and smiling pleasantly. Then she beckoned to him, but it was his turn to shake his head. "Puss, puss, puss!" she called, twitching her finger at him. "Don't laugh! Well, I'll come to you." At his side, she looked up solemnly. "Let us be sensible and go where we needn't shout at each other. Beside that rock. I want to tell you something." When they had settled themselves on a cushion of turf, she drew her knees to her chin and clasped her hands round them, and in that position she swayed lightly to and fro. "I think I am going away," she said, and stared at the horizon. For a space she listened to the chirping of a cheerful insect and the small, regular noise of Halkett's breathing, but as he made no other sound she turned sharply and looked at him. "All right," he said. She moved impatiently, for that was not what she wished to hear, and, even if it expressed his feeling, it was the wrong word. He had roughnesses which almost persuaded her to neglect him. "Aren't you sorry?" There was courage in his decision to be truthful. He showed her the full blue of his eyes, and said "Yes" so simply that she felt compassionate. "Where?" he added. "I'm going to be adopted by an uncle," she said boldly. "You'll like that?" "I'm tired of the moor." "You don't fit it. I couldn't tire of it, but it'll be--different when you've gone." She consoled him. "I may not go at once." "How soon?" "I don't know." "Are you really going?" he asked and his look pleaded with her for honesty. "I shall have to arrange it all with Uncle Alfred." He straightened himself against the rock, but he said nothing. "And we're just beginning to be friends," she added sensibly, with the faintest accent of regret. At that he stirred again, and "No," he said steadily, "that's not true. We're not friends--couldn't be. You think I'm a fool, but I can see you're despising me all the time. I can see that, and I wonder why." She caught her lip. "Well, George," she began, and thought quickly. "I have heard dreadful stories about you. You can't expect me to be--not to be careful with you." "What stories?" he demanded. "Oh! I couldn't tell you." "H'm. There never was a Halkett but was painted so black that he got to think it was his natural colour. That doesn't matter. And you don't care about the stories. You've some notion--D'you know that I went to the same school as your brothers?" "Yes, I know." She swung herself to her knees. "But you're not like them. But that isn't it either. It's because you're a man." She laughed a little as she knelt before him. "I can't help feeling that I can--that men are mine--to play with. There! I've told you a secret." "I'd guessed it long ago," he muttered. He stood up and turned aside. "You're not going to play with me."